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ph_logs2024-04-04 04:22 am
300kgbackpack) wrote in ph_logs2024-04-04 04:22 am
Round and round it goes, connect, reconnect...
Who: Sam Porter and whom it may concern
What: Seasonal Log for current and near-future things around the event
When: Throughout the spring/early summer season
Where: Around the island as a whole
Warnings: Will update as necessary
Sam is one of the town's most hard-working couriers. He can often be seen quietly trudging his way about town, or the trails leading up to the island's more isolated inhabitants. He seems friendly with most everyone, exchanging a nod or a word or greeting, but by and large, he keeps to himself.
When his load is heavier, he has a cart and horse borrowed from the post office, but more often than not, he simply keeps his load on his back and steadily marches on.
He can often be seen with a baby strapped to him. She is definitely the more social of the two of them. Every so often, you might hear him whistling to her.
1. The Daily Routine
Ever since the recent population boom and people had begun to scatter about and find their own places to live, Sam has been there, transporting building materials, food stock, supplies and whatever else might have been asked of him. He's dedicated to the tasks as they're set before him and doesn't tend to turn down anything even if it's small or fragile and needing to be transported by hand to protect it. He's delivered pizzas in the apocalypse. This wouldn't put him out by any means.
Have you ordered something? Do you need it delivered? Do you simply want to meet Sam as he goes about his business? He doesn't know how to say no to anyone unless he's forced, and it takes a lot to push him to that point so if you want his company, you've got it.
2. Porter's Spring
Sam hasn't been up to the hot springs since they were opened up to the general public. At first, it was just him that even knew it existed, a waystation on his march around the island when he needed to recover. Then he'd introduced one or two others to the area, thinking that maybe they would like to partake of it themselves, that it might help them to recover from the harsh winter and its many aches and pains.
Now it tended to be crowded. If even one other person was there that he didn't have history with, he would leave the moment he heard them moving in the water. He'd lost the one place that he felt safest outside of the home that he'd built out of the blighted husk that he'd located out in the trees. It was only a matter of time, really. The place would probably end up covered in litter, disgusting and poorly maintained, if it was maintained at all, but until then, he could take a little bit of time to appreciate it still.
On a day when nobody else is there, he will make his way out there at the end of a particularly long day, and strip to nothing without bothering to duck into privacy. Here he will stay, with or without Lou, until sundown or until someone else appears up the path.
Wildcard
The catch-all for meeting the mailman, asking about his daughter, and generally getting to know the man with the towering backpack and the handprint-shaped marks all over his exposed skin. Maybe you're in the woods and found his cabin there as he hammers away at a project while Lou hangs out nearby in a little net swing with her plush rabbit. Either way, don't be surprised if he doesn't make eye contact.
What: Seasonal Log for current and near-future things around the event
When: Throughout the spring/early summer season
Where: Around the island as a whole
Warnings: Will update as necessary
Sam is one of the town's most hard-working couriers. He can often be seen quietly trudging his way about town, or the trails leading up to the island's more isolated inhabitants. He seems friendly with most everyone, exchanging a nod or a word or greeting, but by and large, he keeps to himself.
When his load is heavier, he has a cart and horse borrowed from the post office, but more often than not, he simply keeps his load on his back and steadily marches on.
He can often be seen with a baby strapped to him. She is definitely the more social of the two of them. Every so often, you might hear him whistling to her.
1. The Daily Routine
Ever since the recent population boom and people had begun to scatter about and find their own places to live, Sam has been there, transporting building materials, food stock, supplies and whatever else might have been asked of him. He's dedicated to the tasks as they're set before him and doesn't tend to turn down anything even if it's small or fragile and needing to be transported by hand to protect it. He's delivered pizzas in the apocalypse. This wouldn't put him out by any means.
Have you ordered something? Do you need it delivered? Do you simply want to meet Sam as he goes about his business? He doesn't know how to say no to anyone unless he's forced, and it takes a lot to push him to that point so if you want his company, you've got it.
2. Porter's Spring
Sam hasn't been up to the hot springs since they were opened up to the general public. At first, it was just him that even knew it existed, a waystation on his march around the island when he needed to recover. Then he'd introduced one or two others to the area, thinking that maybe they would like to partake of it themselves, that it might help them to recover from the harsh winter and its many aches and pains.
Now it tended to be crowded. If even one other person was there that he didn't have history with, he would leave the moment he heard them moving in the water. He'd lost the one place that he felt safest outside of the home that he'd built out of the blighted husk that he'd located out in the trees. It was only a matter of time, really. The place would probably end up covered in litter, disgusting and poorly maintained, if it was maintained at all, but until then, he could take a little bit of time to appreciate it still.
On a day when nobody else is there, he will make his way out there at the end of a particularly long day, and strip to nothing without bothering to duck into privacy. Here he will stay, with or without Lou, until sundown or until someone else appears up the path.
Wildcard
The catch-all for meeting the mailman, asking about his daughter, and generally getting to know the man with the towering backpack and the handprint-shaped marks all over his exposed skin. Maybe you're in the woods and found his cabin there as he hammers away at a project while Lou hangs out nearby in a little net swing with her plush rabbit. Either way, don't be surprised if he doesn't make eye contact.
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Chris is not above playing dirty to get people to agree with them.
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"Right now, 's not a lot I need but what I already got goin' on. Plenty'a people willing to watch over her when I'm not able to take her with me, n' food to keep her set, money to cover the rest. I still don't need much to eat so I can put it toward keepin' her in formula, milk, soft stuff 'til she gets more teeth."
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